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Oh my God, poor old man, my fellow!

author:Sad tentacles

#Headline Tell True#God, poor old man, my fellow countryman, in 2020, he was found to have a large cyst in his right kidney in the geriatric hospital, and the doctor recommended hospitalization, 80 He was holding a big bag of C T and medical records in his left hand, and daily necessities in his right hand, and came to the hospital alone, and it happened that the machine for inspection was being repaired, and the ward where he lived was 404, bed No. 4, and Wu's father felt unlucky and went home.

Oh my God, poor old man, my fellow!

When he came to Beijing Friendship Hospital, the hospital suggested that conservative treatment can live for 5 years, and there is a risk at any time to remove it, so he chose conservative treatment, he said, "Life is like a tree, how can there be forever straight and smooth, there are always crooked and protruding

Yes, he was afraid that he would leave earlier than Zhu Ling, and his daughter would have no one to take care of, but he was 8 3, who would take care of him for the rest of his life!

Oh my God, poor old man, my fellow!

Kind Wu Dad, life is like a roller coaster, his experience can make a movie, I always thought he was from Shanghai, in fact, no, his ancestral home is in Wenzhou, Zhejiang Yueqing Hongqiao Wu House, 95% of the village surname Wu, so called Wu House, 19 40 born him, at the age of 9 with his parents who did tea business to Shanghai, in 1959 was admitted to the University of Science and Technology Beijing, and later married Beijing girl Zhu Mingxin, and has been settled in Beijing.

Always smiling in the face of difficulties, I read an article written by an old neighbor child who lives opposite them:

Oh my God, poor old man, my fellow!

Thank you for sharing with this neighbor, what a kind old man, obviously there is monstrous anger in his heart, but he is still tenacious and rational, he always speaks softly in life, maintains a good quality, but he is fierce by nature, and it is very normal to throw an explosive bag in the face of the enemy.

After Zhu Ling's death, in the ward, after everyone helped clean up, Dad Wu smiled and came in and said, "It's not bad" After speaking, he lowered his head and pasted Zhu Ling's forehead with his forehead, at that moment, it was quiet, very quiet, there were still many people in the room, it would feel that everyone was not breathing, looking at the father and daughter, their foreheads were stuck together, and there was a smile on their faces.

Oh my God, poor old man, my fellow!

Now that the two daughters have left, the husband and wife are 83 and 82, and they are going to spend the rest of their lives in nursing homes, Zhu Ling's younger brothers and sisters, who live in Beijing close to them, should go to see them, they have lived too unjustly in this life,

Oh my God, poor old man, my fellow!